My Trial

by Eric Chaet

I’m preparing for the trial of the rest of my life.
I’m accused of wasting my time & talents
colluding with evil, rolling with injustice’s punches
rationalizing, adapting, drifting along by reflex action.

I know of no defense attorney who can help me.
The laws are as different from justice
as red is from green, or dissonance from harmony.
No judge nor jury can be expected to sympathize
nor to understand the facts, precedents, or context.

Whether I convince anyone of anything or not
whether the laws or even the State’s name changes
the trial for which I’m always diligently preparing
has already begun—& will continue as long as I live.